This was an unusual auction. Normally, no men were ever allowed on the island. But men had been invited to this sale and represented about half of the thirty or so buyers. One of the men seemed to be fascinated by the two ponygirls. He slowly walked from side to side, observing them. Then, he tugged on Patience's tail, causing the pony to gasp as the butt plug attached to the tail moved inside of her.
The Russian girl yelped and jumped slightly as the man forced a finger into the girl's sex and Patience hoped that the movement did not earn the pair of them any punishment. He continued with his assessment as he slipped a finger under a strap criss-crossing Patience's chest. He slid his finger up to where the straps connected between her breasts and then let both hands roam over her luscious mounds. He finished by flicking the gemstones dangling from her pierced nipples before turning to one of the mistresses.
"How much for the pair?" he asked with a clipped German accent.
"They're not for sale," replied the mistress.
"Everything is for sale. It's just a matter of price," he responded arrogantly. Patience could tell that this man was used to getting his own way.
"We have twelve lovely slaves being sold here today, Sir," the mistress continued. But Patience could tell that the woman was rattled. She only hoped that the mistress could retain enough composure so that she and the Russian could escape to make the next run to the dock for more arriving guests.
"Enough!" he roared. "I bid on these two!"
"What seems to be the trouble here?" asked a calm voice as a second mistress stepped between the irate master and the cowering mistress. Patience just shook her head. She knew that Alana would not have put up with this man's behavior. Grace would have had his balls removed.
"I came to buy. I want to buy these two!" His voice was still several decibels higher than what would have been considered appropriate. The new mistress attempted to lower the noise level by again using a calm, soothing voice.
"You are welcome to bid on these two," she said softly. She reached out and lifted one of Patience's breasts. "I too have wanted to buy this one many times. I'll tell you how it works."
Patience was terrified. This mistress was going to sell her! She needed to call Alana or Grace for help. Bu that was impossible at the moment. She was bound to a cart and, even if someone held a phone to her face, the bit would make her pleas totally unintelligible.
Patience listened in horror as the mistress explained that everything on the island could be bought for the right price. She reached out again and lifted both of Patience's breasts in her palms. "I could picture these being milked daily on your dairy farm, Sir." The man smiled and nodded and that sent a chill down Patience's spine.
"But the way it works, Sir" the mistress continued, "is that there is open bidding only on the twelve girls out there." She gestured to point to the twelve girls tethered beneath the cable. "For anything else that you want to buy, whether it be slave or mistress, we handle that on a sealed-bid basis. You write out your offer and seal it in an envelope. We deliver it to the owner or the council for consideration. As I said, everything is for sale. We have even been known to sell mistresses."
"Acchhhh!" he uttered. "Who owns this one?" Patience felt another chill of fear as he pointed at her.
"She is owned by Princess Alana, Sir," replied the mistress calmly. "Alana is not on the island at the moment, but I will make sure that your offer is delivered to her."
"Alana," he pondered. "I have heard about her. I want this one and Alana. Deliver this offer to whoever can agree to make them mine."
Patience thought she would pass out as she watched the man scribble out something on a piece of paper. The mistress disappeared and quickly returned with an envelope. The man folded the paper, inserted it into the envelope and then sealed it. "Deliver this."
Patience groaned as the mistress smiled and said that she would be sure to get the offer into the right hands. The man then clicked his heels, bowed his head and then turned and strutted away. Patience was visibly agitated at what she had just witnessed and the mistress tried to calm the pony by softly stroking her breasts and kissing her cheek.
"There, there, little pony," the mistress cooed. "You know that your mistress would never sell you."
"Aggghhhhh" Patience tried to convince the mistress to tear up the envelope but all that escaped past the gag was unintelligible garble. The mistress slipped the envelope inside her toga and then left the two ponies to their duties shuttling guests to the auction site. The Russian girl had been totally unfazed by the exchange but Patience figured that her fellow pony hadn't understood a single word.
When Patience and the Russian returned to the green with the last of the visitors, she had time to relax. She and her teammate were unhitched from their cart and their bits were removed. All of their tack remained in place, however, in case anyone else needed a ride before the end of the auction. Another pair of ponygirls would be relieving them at some point and would be responsible for returning the guests to the dock.
A slavegirl had been appointed to tend to the two ponies. She dutifully toweled off the sweaty, naked bodies and then led them to the water trough. The slave girl held the ponytails of the two ponies, since the ponies still had their hands tied behind their backs, so that their hair would not get wet. Then, she left them alone and untethered.
Patience was allowed to roam around at this point. She would have preferred to return to the stables to lie down for a bit but knew that she might be needed at the green. So she just wandered about.
She walked past the slaves who were to be sold. They were all still strung up in a line and many were still being inspected and appraised. She had never seen such forlorn faces before in her life. The inspection techniques varied greatly. She watched as one man used a series of increasingly large dildos on an Asian girl. Apparently, he was trying to measure the capacity of her cunt and, judging by the way the girl's eyes were bulging, he was close to finding her limit.
Another man moved down the line from girl to girl. He would grasp a breast at the base with both hands and then draw them slowly toward the nipple in a milking motion. He would make a few notes on his pad of paper and then would move to the next girl to repeat the process. Patience had no idea what he was doing and imagined that he had a dairy farm filled with human cows.
A woman seemed to be measuring sexual response. She too moved from girl to girl. With each girl, she would slowly run her hands over arms and breasts and belly, caressing them. Then her finger would start diddling the girl's clitoris. While she was doing this, she would constantly watch the girl's face for any signs of reaction. Then, she too would jot down some notes and move on to the next girl.
A lavish banquet was spread out on tables on the lawn and many of the guests and mistresses had already started to help themselves to the buffet. Many naked slavegirls bustled about refilling platters, carving meats or refreshing drinks. Many more naked girls were being used as serving vessels of one form or another.
Three girls were bound to poles that were hinged to another pole slightly more than halfway up their bodies. This allowed the girls to be swayed forward and backward. Each girl wore a light harness to which tubes were attached. When the girl was upright or leaned backward, nothing would happen. When the girl was leaned forward, however, whatever liquid was in the tube would pour out to allow someone to refill his or her glass.
Several methods were used to quench a thirst. One man would insert a finger into the girl's unprotected sex and use this to gain the leverage he needed. As his finger pumped in and out, he would push forward, causing the girl's torso to swing forward. He got a fresh cup of coffee and a cheap thrill at the same time.